The perfect ten

You were a perfect ten, lover
I can't do that again, not another
rambling, soulful man
dead set on executing a plan

(Be real in the void with me)

I got up in the middle of the night to look at the moon
half circle in the sky
shining planets all in line
too early or late for a little more wine?

You were a perfect ten, sweetheart
I won't do that again, can't start
losing myself in the shrapnel
sweet-bitter sounds of your luscious mouthful

Something was off, down at the bar
My storm was brewing in your stars
First very quiet, then deafening loud
I came apart, you closed me down

The strange thing is this sweet relief
I can't do a ten again
But I just might catch a second wind

​(Be real in the void with me)